In the blink of an eye
Fate can turn to Destiny
Leaving a trail of memories
To be held
Like grains of sand
Slipping through your fingers
If whispers could carry
Your voice to my heart
Unbroken, reckless
Wild, I'd fly
But chained I stand
Holding only the last remnants
Of what was once
Ours
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Posted by True at 11:33 AM
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